Page 29 of Devil May Hunt
“Cute.” He ruffled Brennon’s hair, chuckling again when he pulled away and glared. “I’ll work on my controlling nature if you work on that look. You can’t always look at me like you want to bite my cock off. It’s not that I don’t find it sexy, because I do, but eventually, people will start to take notice.”
This might not be the mate Gunho had expected to end up with, but like hell would he allow rumors to spread about him not being able to get his life partner in line.
“I’m leaving now but, Brennon? Do yourself a favor and follow the rules. When I call, you answer. If I text, you reply. Don’t make me come all the way back here a second time. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
He still looked like he wanted to punch Gunho where it’d hurt the most, but it was progress.
Sort of.
Chapter 9:
“Dude, you look terrible.” Rin leaned across the library table and pressed the back of his hand to Brennon’s forehead, scowling. “Go home. You’ve got a fever. What are you even doing here?”
Two weeks ago, a little touch like that would have sent his heart racing, despite knowing there was nothing romantic in the gesture, but this time, Brennon was wholly unaffected.
Strange.
Had sleeping with the alpha really worked? Maybe he should thank Sila.
It’d been three days since Gunho had visited the Academy. His voice was finally back to normal, but he’d woken this morning with a migraine and a raging hard-on. He’d had to rub himself off twice to get it to go down.
“I’m fine.” He felt weird, but whatever.
After having soup and medicine delivered to his room as promised, Gunho had all but gone dark. Despite his threats that Brennon answer his calls, there had been nothing. No line of communication. Not so much as a whisper.
Had he grown tired of the chase already? That’s probably what this was to him. A game. It wasn’t like Brennon was hard to find, he’d been on campus all week. If he’d wanted to show upagain, he could have. Just like how he’d gotten Brennon to suck his cock when he’d wanted that from him.
What if he’d gone back home, to Glyph or Synastry? What if he’d left and wasn’t even on planet anymore, and he’d done so without so much as a goodbye?
“How’d you know when to give in to Kelevra’s advances?” He shouldn’t ask. There was a very fine line separating them now, and every word out of his mouth was a chance to cross it and risk the tentative friendship they’d managed to hobble together.
Sure enough, Rin pulled away, frowning.
“I’m sorry, I get that’s super private but…” Brennon couldn’t finish that sentence, didn’t even know how to. How much did he want to tell him? What was he even getting at? “Forget it.”
“Is this about the alpha?” Rin shrugged a single shoulder when he gave him a surprised look. “Come on. Even if I hadn’t seen the way he ordered you out of the gym the other day, my brother is the one who set you up, remember? He doesn’t keep anything from me. I know all about your plan to fuck someone else to get over me. Well?” He tilted his head. “Did it work?”
“I…” He exhaled, mildly embarrassed. “Kind of? I know we’ll never be anything more than friends, Rin.”
“Yeah, but do you still want to fuck me?”
“I…” He didn’t. He blinked, caught off guard by that realization. “No. Not even a little bit.”
Rin snorted. “Bet it wasn’t all that hard, since you’ve never actually been attracted to me sexually ever.”
Brennon stared at him.
“I’m not stupid, and neither are you,” his friend said. “We both know you misinterpreted your feelings because you’ve never liked anyone else enough to want to be close friends with them.”
He frowned. “If you’d known that, you could have shared it with me.”
“Why? It wouldn’t be self-discovery if I told you.”
“Dude.”
“All right. Sorry. You know it now though, don’t you? No more lingering doubts about it?” he clicked his tongue. “Leave it to Sila to know how to solve a problem. What’s the matter then? The alpha giving you trouble?”
